They say that killing is illegal.
I say sometimes it's a necessity.
I'm not a killer, I'm a judge. A judge for people, whom the law couldn't reach. I am a judge, maybe unusual but one nevertheless.
𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻.
They call me a murdere...
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🌪️𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐🌪️
🌪️𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎&𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝🌪️
🌪️𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈🌪️
🦋 𖦹 🦋 𖦹 🦋
"Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides."
🦋 𖦹 🦋 𖦹 🦋
[Y/N's POV]
I turn my head to the coffee machine as it beeps informing me that my coffee is ready. I take the cup as I hear, someone yells from the living room.
"Oh man, holy shit!" I slowly walk towards the living room, carefully rubbing my arms. After carrying all their bodies to the basement and tying them up my arms were aching nonstop. I swear these guys weigh more than an elephant.
I enter the living room to meet Daniel who is staring at my 'newly decorated' living room with wide eyes. "You like my new interior?" I ask sipping from my coffee, looking at the half-destroyed room with bullet holes all over the place, and a blood-stained white wall. Obviously, I slammed Taehyung's head much harder than I've planned.
He mutters something under his breath which I don't catch but I chose to ignore it. "You brought what I asked for?"
"Yeah" he tosses me a small package "why do you need it?"
"Investigate the morons who broke into my house, I think they should be awake by now, I'll pay them a visit," I inform him before spinning on my heels and heading towards the basement, he follows closely behind.
"You know I have a lot, a lot of questions," he says in a sing-song voice.
"I'm listening," I say even though I sense that I don't want this conversation, at least not now.
"Why didn't you kill them?" The way he asks the question as if he's asking what I'd prefer to eat for lunch.
"I need information" my response is short and quiet.
"So...?" I roll my eyes at his idiotic question.
"So...you see dear, it's a little problematic to get information out of a corpse."
He lets out an exasperated sigh, my back is to him " What on earth do you need to know. You're a smart woman, Y/N, I think you already figured who sent them. What do you think, how long until his back up dancers show up in your doorway again? You need to get out" he says the last part slowly as if he's speaking to a kid.
